Desolate Funeral Chant
Inquisition
Wraith
Oh! Cryptic One I see, black
The veiled one chanting near
Bray high songs of death, call tombs where they hide
Sad dark hymns in the air, black, the covered one roaming near
Winds chant songs of death, graves deep, open wide
I roam through somber woods, death, the shadow one in the mist
Wings flock to my crypt, I fly to my throne
